旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커  � Team Eeeek: The Dawning of An Age - Skills of a Carpenter Page 51 �  쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑  � "I'd better look for another approach," he mumbled. �  � �  � Carpenter leafed through the Team's documentation, searching for �  � something, anything!, that made sense to his purposes. And all the while �  � he talked to himself - a habit he had only just acquired - of the artful �  � machinations of his teammates. �  � �  � "STOP!" he shouted into the empty room. "Stop! Think! Follow this thing �  � through like a nerd!" �  � �  � The anger in his voice surprised him; he had not realized his own �  � animosity toward the mysteries of programming. At heart he knew himself �  � to be a hands-on, shade-tree mechanic who had stumbled onto success in �  � the land of high-tech. �  � �  � As a teen he had restored, rebuilt or repaired everything from crystal �  � radios to an uncle's Packard. Parts he couldn't purchase, he made on his �  � father's work bench. Schematics he couldn't find he redesigned. Give him �  � a wire, give him a bit of solder and a pair of pliers, give him anything �  � he could FEEL and he would give you the Taj Mahal. �  읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸